POETRY IN MOTION
The Winter Wind
The winter wind came whistling through the town,
Rattle-ing doors and windows as it passed,
Uprooting trees and knocking fences down,
Disturbing everything that wasn't fast.
Much howling as to make its presence known
To those in cosy pose behind closed doors,
And leaving souvenirs where it had blown,
It worked the night with hardly any pause.
With noise enough to chill the very soul,
It vandalised a rough and random route,
Unstoppable, it pushed, beyond control;
Invisibly, it went in with the boot.
By morning calm was back, the wind had gone;
It had its fun and satisfied moved on.
/TCD
Rattle-ing doors and windows as it passed,
Uprooting trees and knocking fences down,
Disturbing everything that wasn't fast.
Much howling as to make its presence known
To those in cosy pose behind closed doors,
And leaving souvenirs where it had blown,
It worked the night with hardly any pause.
With noise enough to chill the very soul,
It vandalised a rough and random route,
Unstoppable, it pushed, beyond control;
Invisibly, it went in with the boot.
By morning calm was back, the wind had gone;
It had its fun and satisfied moved on.
/TCD
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The Winter Wind
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